Man with painted opinion

The man of tower
Fresh from shower
Caught him undressed
For he was under stress
Smelling of weed
Hands still full of seed
Under its influence
Coloured his glass
With painted opinion
Peeped outside the window
He started a conversation
And kept me under observation
made little of it
For all he could
Is whisper
Next I heard of him
He knocked the box
out popped a letter
His eyes hazzy
All he read was
History
Imitating wise
Surfed for a saint
The man there
With three monkeys
was preaching
Virtues of humanity